With Love at the Table

If we were to meet along a deserted and silent Avenue?

What would be my due?

If Love walked in with visions of secretive beauty…

What would my heart assign me to do?

As though,

Love lay in the off shadows of midday.

Languished with only a name’s sake.

Could I have the courage to ask Affection…

What it is She stands for?

In my ego’s glory…

Would I beg of Love, her story?


Sadly, even with distinct place settings.

And, no four walls to confine.

Love unblemished.

But not well-defined.

Cannot walk through an open door.

It would only be witnessed as, Endearment…

When it sneaks up on me.

As a word that is difficult to define.


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